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Stories of Ansalon from the view of Havlin.

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Astinus gently places a concise treatise on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Havlin' scribed in unearthly maroon ink.

Author:           Havlin
Date    Fri Jun 23 09:42:29 2006
Subject  A shift in motivation

Life is not as it use to be..  

Ever since I fought and killed that damned Black Robe Camus
something has
been tugging at my soul.  I feel as if that fight changed me in
ways that I
cannot begin to explain.  Although at the time I was almost
certain that I
was free of maladictions, I'm beginning to wonder more and more
if that
black robe did indeed cast a hex on me.  My views on Kenderdom
are changing,
I've fought too many battles under this flag in the name of
Kenderdom, and
I'm growing impatient with the ignorance and pre-determined
despise that the
world holds in mind toward my race.  I'm no longer curious about
everything
I see, that ended long ago.  Several weeks ago I was approached
by a dark
cleric of chemosh who offered me a reward to hunt down a certain
individual.
I don't usually take bounties from such sinister men, but I did
in this case
because I wanted something more.  The target was a dwarf that was
late on a
payment of sorts, who knows what kind of payment.  ALl I knew was
that I had
to go and either collect it, or take this dwarf off the payment
roster.  So
I tracked him down in the city of New thalos at a tavern using
the
information given to me by the cleric.  I sat in the back of this
dwarfs
tavern for the better part of the night until most of the
drunkards had left
and it was only me, another kender and the dwarf remaining.  I
did not
hesitate, with a dash I lunged accross the floor toward the dwarf
but I was
met by an unexpected advisary, the other Kender jumped out just
as I reached
the dwarf, daggers in hand, ready to fight me off.  So in a rage,
I directed
my strike on this poor kender, he was smaller than most and
quickly fell to
my combat experiance.  That was when it hit me, what in the hell
had I done.
The dwarf just sat there dazed looking at me, but did not bother
to run as
he though the kender was the one I was after.  My head felt like
it was
burning and the only thing that would stop the burning was to
just be alone,
So with a quick flick of my wrist, I pulled out my blowgun and
dipped a dart
in the glob of venom on my bracer.  The dart dealt its fury
quickly as the
dwarfs face became contorted and the veins in his neck grew black
with the
burning of the venom.  I left the bar and returned to the cleric
in another
tavern near Mid'n'eer, where I collected the bounty.  The cleric
grinned at
me and said, "You're very good at what you do, I can see that the
dwarf
could not pay up, nice work, I will be contacting you with
another contract
soon."  At that point I froze, I had not given the dwarf the
opportunity to
pay up.  I had killed in cold blood for nothing more than the
sake of a
paycheck.  This was the beginning of something I had always
feared.  Yet
there was another feeling inside me looking at that bag of gold
on the
table, an exhileration I had not felt in years pumped through my
veins.  And
although I knew what I had done was a horrible thing to do, I
wanted another
job so I could do it again.  The site of the blood on my hands
further
elevated this rush.  And as I looked around the room I could tell
that I was
no longer accepted by the Kender here, they knew the business
that the
cleric dealt and seeing the blood on my hands proved to them that
I was
weak.  As for me, ever since that fight with the mage, something
is
changing.  My motivations are no longer that of my kin..  But my
own.  

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.

Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z
Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 869 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'